Friday, July 13th, 2012. I just spent Quiet Time in an epic battle with the internet trying
to complete a homework assignment for a Geology class I foolishly attempted to take
during camp. Of course I called home, and pleaded with my father to assist me while I
resumed my duties of the day. Even though he said he would try, I was in tears of frustr
-ation and suffering from a classic bout of homework anxiety, of which I am known to
suffer. I made my way to Refreshments still emotional and in search of some Kit Kat bar
related therapy. Being Friday, it was of course Frog Day(a day in which you wear green)
and so all of Camp was wandering down the hill with their refreshments toward the lake
for the Frog Day show. Having experienced a significant amount of rain on and off at
camp, the ground was still a little slick. My mind else where, my Chacos slipped on to
the asphalt and I completely ate it. Amidst campers and counselors alike I found myself
sitting on the ground, Kit Kat still in hand with a bloody leg and tears welling up in my
eyes. No sooner did I fall then did a girl I then barely knew, help me up and say "Lets go
to Pit" ( the nurse). Feeling instantly comforted I hobbled along, and found myself sitting
in the Pit Stop, crying, eating a Kit Kat bar and laughing while the nurses tended to my
minor wounds. It seems so small now that I see it in writing. But the simple action of h
-elping me up and removing me from the situation started a friendship I will never ever
forget.
There are so many more stories like this. But this stands out to me because it shows how a complete stranger became a close friend. While working on my Chaco tan, I remembered what it was like to be amongst people who all want the same thing as you, to make those three weeks, the best three weeks ever. To live by the Golden Rule, and to do good. I know this is so sappy. But whenever I come back from Camp, I come with a full heart. I can't wait for next summer, and a 10th year of fun.
xoxo,
ACE
and so all of Camp was wandering down the hill with their refreshments toward the lake
for the Frog Day show. Having experienced a significant amount of rain on and off at
camp, the ground was still a little slick. My mind else where, my Chacos slipped on to
the asphalt and I completely ate it. Amidst campers and counselors alike I found myself
sitting on the ground, Kit Kat still in hand with a bloody leg and tears welling up in my
eyes. No sooner did I fall then did a girl I then barely knew, help me up and say "Lets go
to Pit" ( the nurse). Feeling instantly comforted I hobbled along, and found myself sitting
in the Pit Stop, crying, eating a Kit Kat bar and laughing while the nurses tended to my
minor wounds. It seems so small now that I see it in writing. But the simple action of h
-elping me up and removing me from the situation started a friendship I will never ever
forget.
There are so many more stories like this. But this stands out to me because it shows how a complete stranger became a close friend. While working on my Chaco tan, I remembered what it was like to be amongst people who all want the same thing as you, to make those three weeks, the best three weeks ever. To live by the Golden Rule, and to do good. I know this is so sappy. But whenever I come back from Camp, I come with a full heart. I can't wait for next summer, and a 10th year of fun.
xoxo,
ACE
